Summer Bay

As we sheer our way across 4 lanes of traffic, freewheelin down the hill to save the gas, oh yes, Clayton does have a style about him, my excitement is starting to reach boiling point. I've instructed Vince to keep a look out for celebrity cast members, and I've warned Clayton to be ready to set his foot on the gas, in the persuit of flee'n film crew.

"I think this would an appropriate time for a bit of a sing a long, don't you?

"no" Vince snaps

"ha ha ha, no!" Clayton agrees

"what's wrong with you guys? here we are fast approaching the spiritual abode of Home and Away, and you can't let go for one minute. We're all amongst friends here, and I know you're both as excited as I am, so come on."

"no" both at once, tone raised

"hold me in your arms, don't let me go, I want to stay forever, closer each day, Hoooooome and Awaaaaaay!"

"Take the wheel Vince"

"what"

"just take the bloody wheel"

"jesus, why?"

And at this point things became a little wierd. You have to bear in mind that I hadn't seen Clayton in about two years, and up until this point he had been quite friendly and civil, and to be honest who could really have predicted that such an australian institution could be like a red rag to a bull.

He turned to me, and reasonably calmly said "shut the hell up! I swear to god if you don't shut the hell up, I'm going to jump into that back seat and make you shut up"

Well, never being one to heed a warning, I thought it to be an appropriate time to start another verse
"hold me in your arms........................."
To which, Clayton like a whippet, unbuckles his seatbelt, puts down his beer and flys at me. A scurmish ensues not unreminisent of a playground brawl. Clayton being a bigger man than I, added to the fact that I'm pretty much pinned in to the back seat of his Tokyo drift supercar, overpowers me easily, and starts to pound down on my upper arm
"are you going to shut up?"

"hold me in your arms......"

"shut up"

"don't let me go....."

"shut up"

"I want to stay forever..."

CRASH, THUD, SPLASH!

Vince has lost control of the car, and we have ploughed straight of a pier, through a beach and have come to rest with the tide lapping at the tyres of the car.

"what the hell happened"

"anybody hurt"

"no I'm alright"

"I'm alright"

"I've got a bruised upper arm, thanks Clayton"

"shut up man, it's you're bloody fault this happened, I'm getting out to assess the damage"


We all pile out the car and notice that other than a little scartch on the front bumper there is no obvious injury to the car. I look around to try and figure out where the bloody hell we are, and to my surprise and excitment we have run into Palm beach, or as you guys might know it Summer Bay, what are the chances of that.

And despite what Vince might claim that was the true story of when we visited the set of Home and Away.